we were making mornings

We were making mornings
mixed media on canvas with hazel and white poplar leaf
40×40 inches

For the winter solstice. For endings and new beginnings. The following poem is written across the canvas:

I will give him
daylight and mornings,
a doorway and rose;
a boat, a star, and a place to rest;
hands to get dirty; a south, a west,
a willow and drum,
days that can be counted;
the moon and the sun.

I will give him
lovers and sanctuary,
a window and forge;
a clock, a shell, and a time to sleep;
lines to be crossed; a north, an east,
a dog and lamp,
things that can be broken;
the boy and the man.

I will give him
kindness and fables,
a garden and stone;
a map, a cup, and an hour to rise;
a body that bruises; a coat, a wife,
some silver and gold;
a light that can be salvaged;
the new and the old.

Some close ups:

you were bleeding

You were bleeding bygone legends
mixed media on board, 2005
22 x 18 inches

man, beneath, twenty, knuckle, extremity… engineer, tremendous, disappear, silver… temperature, abundance… oath, scripture, giant… manufacture, myself, himself…

Some close ups:
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